Within the Beast
-This is my try at writing a bestiality piece. I have always
been interested in werewolves and most bestiality involves male
animals. This is the first draft of the story, I am just not sure
how much I like it. I think it needs a lot of work...-
When my father died he willed his vast estate to me, his
first born (and only) son and living heir. This came as somewhat
of a surprise, for my father and I had never been close (that and
the fact that he actually had a will). He had amassed a fortune
not with a shrewd business sense, but through shear cheapness,
frugality, and a little bit of luck. His passion had always been
the outdoors and working with his hands. He had spent as much of
his life as possible roughing it, and living off the land. My
father lucked out early in life, buying a piece of land that
ended up having a rich mineral deposit. He quickly sold it,
becoming a multimillionaire. After that, he had cut himself off
from the world. He bought a cabin up in the Sierra Nevada
mountain range and from there he and his wife lived the life of a
hermit. He only came into town for supplies, and never stayed
long. In fact he usually just sent my mother in. This was
probably his downfall. When I was born, my mother decided she’d
had enough. She took me and ran back to the city, divorcing my
father. So I was raised the quintessential city boy, with no real
male role model. I never spent much time with my father. The few
times I did, I hated it; his cabin had no electricity, running
water, or any modern convenience. So for most of my life I barely
knew the man. All I knew was he loved to work with his hands, get
dirty, and hated the city. Whereas I, on the other hand, was
lazy, unambitious, and unmotivated. Whenever I saw him, he would
try to get me interested in the outdoors. He would take me
hunting, hiking, fishing, and anything that involved working
outside. But I would not even give him a chance. My mother had
poisoned my ear to him while I was still in the cradle. He had
all but disowned me when he found out I was getting a degree in
philosophy, to him the biggest waste of breath imaginable. But
even in his death he was trying to get me to experience the great
outdoors, and learn to love it. This will of his had a catch. I
would have to spend a whole year roughing it, in his cabin in the
Sierra Nevadas.
That is how I found myself driving up the trail to an
isolated cabin way out in Bum Fuck Egypt. Seeing my birthplace
and remembering all the bad times I had there, I was really
questioning going through with it. But then I thought about the
money. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not a greedy person. Granted
I love money as much as the next person, but greed was not my
motivation behind this. My real motivation was laziness and the
fact I was still living with my mother. With that kind of money,
I would not have to work, for a while at least. And I would no
longer need to live with the harpy, I call my mother. I could
live off the money for as long as I could, hell I could even
follow through with school and get a PHD.
I pulled my car up in front of the cabin. There was no
garage, for my father had never learned to drive. I am not even
sure why there was a trail I could drive up to get to the house.
I got out of the car and surveyed my new home for the next year.
There was nothing but mountain, brush, and tree for as far as the
eye could see. The closest neighbor was nowhere to be seen. I was
going to be alone here at his cabin. This was perhaps the one
thing I did share with my father, a need for solitude. Just like
my father, I have always been a loner at heart. I have never had
many friends. I could never handle myself well in social
situations, preferring to just stay to myself. This played havoc
on my romantic life, which had never even got off the ground. I
had never bothered to even try to go out with girls, let alone
get lucky. So living all alone in this cabin would be pretty
easy. I was going to make the most of it. I had decided to think
of it as taking a vacation, some time off school, my mother, and
work. It would be some alone time. I knew this was a crock of
shit, but I decided to try to ignore that. Hell maybe I would
even discover myself, and find meaning to my life. Now that was a
crock of shit that I could not even pretend to believe.
I unloaded my car and looked around the cabin. Not much to
look at, just one big room. There was a bed, a wood burning
stove, a table, and a bunch of my father’s old junk. Outside
there was an outhouse and farther along a water pump that brought
water up from a well. This was going to be a drastic change in my
way of life. But it was getting dark, and it had been a long ass
fucking drive, so I decided to hit the hay early.
I woke up the next morning to the eerie sounds of birds
chirping and insects making their insect sounds (is that chirping
too?). This is not something us city folk are used to hearing,
especially in the morning. There was no way I would be able to
fall back asleep to this racket. Who would know that the sound of
the birds and bees would be louder then traffic? Throwing some
clothes on, I looked around the cabin more closely. After an hour
of searching around I discovered that I father did have
electricity, at least a little. There was a refrigerator and a
freezer, and a few lights set up. All of this was powered by a
solar panel up on the roof. So my father had not been as
primitive as I had thought. But I also realized that there was no
fire wood for the stove, and for that matter there was no food
for the stove either. It was a tossup, cut wood first (something
I had no actual idea of how to do), or head back into
civilization (something I was already starting to feel withdraws
from). Surprise surprise, good old civilization won out. So I
hopped back into my car and drove back down the mountain.
The closest town, if you can even call it that, ended up
being a good hour drive. How is that even possible, in
California?! When I finally found the “general store” I was
surprised that no one called me “boy” or asked if I “could squeal
like a piggy.” Trying not to be a complete and utter asshole, I
finally asked the guy at the counter what I should buy. After I
got laughed in the face, and heard the old “city folk” routine,
he finally took me on a tour of his shop picking up what I would
need. After I paid for it all, I thanked him and started off back
to my car. But before I could leave the store he grabbed my arm.
“Son, thur be strange happenin’ in them mount’ns, yu better watch
yursef.” I just smiled and nodded. As I left I thought to myself
“Man, this crazy old coot is laying it on strong. Us city folk
must be their only form of amusement.” I loaded all my supplies
up and headed back to my new home.
As I pulled back into the drive way, I thought I saw a blur
of motion in my peripheral vision. Since I was in Mother Nature,
I figured it was just some animal. By now it was midday. Not
knowing it was the worst time to do it, I decided to try my hand
at chopping some wood. For those of you that have never had the
pleasure, let me tell you. FUCK! I could not have been through 3
logs before I was slathered in sweat, dying. California summer is
not ideal for chopping wood. Add that with the fact I was an out
of shape, overweight, and lazy piece of shit. I somehow made it,
cutting what I thought would be enough for at least one day.
After stacking what I could outside, I dragged myself
inside exhausted. It was at this moment I found my father’s tiny
portable electric burner for cooking. So I had just wasted 3
hours cutting wood for nothing. The old bastard had been
cheating. Kicking anything within reach and grumbling to myself,
I started to make myself something to eat for dinner.
After I finished dinner, it was already getting dark. Since
I was tired as shit anyway, I once more decided to make it an
early night.
Again the next morning, I was awoken with the sun. Those
bastard birds were going to be getting their’s some day. I just
laid there in the bed, realizing that I had absolutely nothing to
do. I had not really thought this whole thing through. I was
definitely not sure I knew what I was supposed to do up here. My
father had seemed to love it. I am not sure why, but he did.
Being a smart guy, and bored shitless, I decided I would try my
hand at cutting wood again. I might not need it now, but it would
be better to have a lot ready for when I did need it. Walking out
to the wood pile, I decided that after I was done torturing
myself (and maybe a nap), I would go out for a hike and explore
the area.
The hike ended up being a great idea. The beauty of the
area was starting to get to me. I got back home, realizing I was
the tiredest I had ever been in my entire fucking life. But it
felt good. Maybe there was something to this lifestyle, I thought
to myself as I quickly drifted off to sleep.
As the days went by, a routine was created. I would chop
wood in the morning, something I slowly started to get better at.
Make lunch and take a quick nap. And then go off exploring. I was
exercising muscles that had never been worked before, and coming
home exhausted. I would make dinner, eat, and then fall right to
sleep. I had always had trouble sleeping, but now it just came so
easily.
Soon enough I found my father’s herb garden. I had never
been a good cook, but now I was starting to experiment a little.
I was discovering I could make a mean soup or stew. I was also
reluctantly starting to enjoy myself a bit at a time.
A month into my new arrangement I had a visitor. It was
still early in the morning. Having just finished cutting some
logs, I was taking a break. I was drinking from a cup of water,
when something caught my eye. I turned and standing right there
in the brush, a good ways off, was a wolf. This surprised the
shit out of me. “I didn’t know there were fucking wolves in
California!” ran through my head, as I dropped the cup. I stood
perfectly still. I did not want to scare it or encourage it to
attack me. It just stared at me, probably sensing my surprise and
fear. Soon enough it turned and disappeared into the brush. I had
seen coyotes around while I was exploring, plus they come into
the city all the time. And this had been no coyote. It was FAR
too big to be a dog. Plus I have been to the zoo and watched the
discovery channel enough times to recognize a wolf when I see
one.
After that day, I would sometimes notice the wolf, off in
the distance. Sometimes I would see it while looking outside the
window. Sometimes while I was chopping wood. And even while I was
hiking I might catch a movement in the brush. After a while I did
not feel as scared as I first had. It did not seem to be hunting
me. But I did notice the wolf looked starved and malnourished.
So I made the decision to start leaving food out for it. I
set out some raw meat and watched it from inside the cabin. At
first the wolf would go nowhere near it. But eventually one day
it warily came to it, proceeded to scarf it down and ran off. I
started setting the food out every day. Switching to dog food, to
be more cost efficient. In time I would see the wolf waiting for
me to put the food out and walk inside. One day I decided to test
the wolf’s trust of me, so I put out the food and just walked to
the cabin, not going in. I could see the wolf in the brush,
waiting for me to walk inside. Its eyes were locked on me, but I
guess its hunger finally won out. It padded over to the dog food,
eyes still on me, and ate.
This became the new routine. I would move closer and closer
each day, hearing a growl if I was too close. It got to the point
where the wolf would sometimes be standing right at the spot
waiting for me to bring the food out, letting me walk right up to
it. Other times it would be nowhere in sight, and I would just
leave the food out.
Time went by, and summer was starting to turn to fall.
Being California and all, it was still not yet that cold, but
nights were getting a little nippy. I had lost a lot of weight,
and put on some muscle. I was also feeling a lot better about
myself.
It was around this time, I had another visitor. I was
leaving the dog food out one day, the wolf nowhere to be seen. So
I went about my own business, thinking nothing of it. But later,
I decided to go check up on it, to see if the wolf had shown.
When I rounded the corner, what I saw was not a wolf eating the
food. No, to my utter astonishment, there was a naked girl
crouched down, shoving the dog food in her face. She was covered
in dirt, and looked scratched up. She looked like some wild
child, lost in the woods. My first reaction was to run towards
her and ask if she needed help. But before I could reach her, she
dashed off into the brush. I chased after her, but could find no
trail. I spent the rest of the day, searching for the lost girl,
but to no avail.
The next day I waited by the food, but no one showed. The
same thing happened the next day, and the day after that, and so
on. It seems that the wolf had decided not to eat here anymore.
“I hope it didn’t eat that girl…” I shuttered as the thought
crossed my mind.
Fall soon turns into winter. I was damn glad I had spent so
much time cutting wood, now. From what I heard it was one of the
harshest winters in a long time. I stockpiled as much food as I
could, and books to read. I still cut wood to keep myself busy
and warm, and hiked a little. But I did not go as far as I once
had. My little friend the wolf had not shown its face around. And
I had stopped leaving out food for it anyway. Life had become
routine. That is until my visitor returned.
It was early in the morning, on a December day. I was
stepping outside to do my daily wood chopping. As I walked toward
my wood pile I heard something in the dead brush. I looked over
and there was that naked girl again. Only this time she was even
more malnourished and beat up. She stared at me for a while and
then fell to the ground. I rushed over to help her. When I felt
her, she was burning up. She had a fever and was obviously
starving. I guess the winter weather had got to her. I picked her
up and carried her inside. Placing her in my bed, I grabbed
anything I could to cover her. I then ran out to grab more logs
for the fire. I watched over her all day. But she just kept
shivering. She was delirious, whimpering and growling in her
sleep. Finally I climbed into the bed and under the covers,
hoping that my body warmth might help her. I felt her move in
closer to me, burrowing into the covers to stay warm. I held her
to me, and eventually fell asleep myself.
The next morning, the girl was still asleep, but her fever
had seemed to brake. I climbed out of the bed and made some broth
to feed her. Once the broth was ready, I tried to wake her.
When her eyes opened, she weakly thrashed around, looking
around the place with fear. When her eyes finally landed on me
standing over her, a weak growl came from deep within her chest.
She was so weak she could hardly keep her eyes open. And yet when
I sat down on the bed to try to prop her up, she desperately
tried to crawl away from me. The growling got deeper.
Soon enough her fatigue got the better of her, and she
could no longer move. Her eyelids drooped shut. But the growling
never ceased. I grabbed a pillow and propped it behind her back
so I could feed her the broth. Not wanting to burn her tongue of
mouth, I blew on each spoonful as I brought it to her lips. At
first she refused to open her mouth for me. But the smell must
have finally won her over, for eventually she reluctantly opened
her mouth and allowed me to feed her the broth. I smiled when she
weakly swallowed the broth. Halfway through the broth, her
growling finally stopped, but I realized she had fallen back
asleep.
Since she was asleep, I decided it would be a good
opportunity to clean her up and check if she had any injuries. I
heated up a bowel of water and grabbed a wash cloth. Pulling back
the covers and finally taking a good look at her naked body, it
occurred to me that she was rather young. Maybe fifteen probably
just getting out of puberty, but not yet come into complete
womanhood. As I washed her with the warm water, I was shocked at
how skinny she really was. She must have been living out there in
the woods all by herself, and probably not have eaten a full meal
in a long time. I was amazed that she was in such good condition,
considering what she must have been through though. There were
only minor cuts and scabs all over her body, probably from
running through the brush. Once I got all the dirt and grime off
her, she was a rather beautiful young girl. It took a while to
untangle her hair and get all the twigs and bristles out of it.
But once I did, it was long raven black. It reminded me of the
wolf’s fur, it seemed like it might be the same color. She was
stunning. Just put on some more pounds and she would have been a
knock out. Why would someone allow this girl to run around naked
like this, and allow her to starve?
I spend the whole day watching over her. She awoke a couple
of times, still leery of me, and growling. I feed her a little
broth and some water each time, and she was soon back to sleep.
When night fell, I decided I would sleep next to her again, to
make sure she was warm. It felt nice to have someone to hold
against me, as I fell asleep.
The days went by pretty much the same, each day she would
eat and drink a little bit more. After the third day, she would
no longer growl at me or cowering away from me. By the fifth day,
I moved from just broth to rice with cut up meat. She was getting
stronger and stronger, but still could not manage to get out of
bed. By this time I tried getting her to talk to me. But to no
avail, I tried asking her questions and telling her something.
Her eyes would follow me, but it did not seem like she would
comprehend what I was saying. She never said anything; the only
sounds she made were growls and what sounded like a weak cough.
Yet she clearly seemed to communicate a sense of gratefulness,
for helping her. That and maybe something a little bit more. When
I would crawl into the bed with her at night, she would rub into
me. She would grab my arm, and wrap it around her, pulling her
closer into me. She nestled her head onto my chest, and seemed to
purr contently as we fell asleep together.
By the Eighth day I was starting to get a little cabin
fever, from staying inside for so long. Something had happened
the night before that also had my mind racing. In the middle of
the night I awoke to find the girl rubbing her pussy into my leg.
I felt her wetness lathering my leg as she got off on me, moaning
and purring. I kept still, not wanting to startle her. But it was
one of the most arousing experiences of my life. This ignited a
desire inside of me. One I was finding hard to control. Just the
smell of the girl was making me hard. I knew I could not act on
these urges. The girl was too young for me to do anything with.
It occurred to me that no one would know, and it did not seem
like the girl would be able to tell anyone anyway. But I would
not feel right in taking advantage of her, I am not a rapist. She
was still weak and was probably just delirious the night before
anyway. I decided I would go out for a little hunting, try to get
some fresh meat. Get my mind off of raping the little girl. I had
never tried hunting for any game in the area, but I figured that
if that wolf lived around here there must be some sort of wild
life it lived off of. So I spent most of the day sneaking around
with my gun, freezing my nuts off. It sure as shit helped get my
mind off of sex. But I saw nothing. Well nothing worth shooting
anyway. Sure there were some small birds around, but they would
not have made a meal with 50 of them. I was tempted to teach them
a lesson for waking me up every morning, but I did not feel like
wasting bullets. So with a head hung low, I returned to my cabin
empty handed. What I saw when I walked in the door made me drop
my gun in surprise.
Standing right there in my cabin was the wolf. It was
looking right at me. I mentally kicked myself for dropping the
gun, but did not want to reach down and grab it. That might
startle the wolf and encourage it to attack me. At the moment I
did not feel threatened by the wolf. But still I thought it best,
to try to get it out of the cabin. My next thought was of the
girl, but she did not seem to be anywhere in sight. Since I did
not have to worry about her startling it, I slowly backed up out
of the door, leaving it wide open. Once I was past the door
frame, I quickened the step a little until I back into my car. I
watched the door frame. Soon enough, the wolf walked out of the
doorway, still looking at me. We stood there watching each other
for a few minutes. I felt a connection with the beast. There was
something between us. But eventually the wolf turned away and ran
off into the brush.
I spent the rest of the day looking for the girl. But she
was nowhere to be found. The whole time, my mind puzzled on how
the wolf had even gotten into the cabin. It started getting dark;
I gave up my search for the girl. By now I had come up with a
hypothesis for what might have happened. The only logical thing I
could think of was that the girl must have left the cabin. She
also must have left the door open. The wolf had smelled food
inside, and had gone in to investigate. But there were holes in
the idea. How had the door closed then? Maybe the wind? Ah, it
was the only thing reasonable I could think of. The bed seemed
empty and cold, as I crawled in that night. I also had trouble
falling asleep, worrying about the girl, out there on her own
again.
The next day, I went out again, trying to find the girl.
With no luck. There was no sign of her. But I did see the wolf.
It seemed to be shadowing me. Off in my peripheral vision, where
ever I went. It even followed me home, when it started getting
dark and I gave up once more. When I got home, I started making
myself diner. I could still see the wolf sitting outside. Once my
dinner was ready, I heated up a can of the dog food. I dumped it
on a plate, grabbed both plates and went outside. The wolf did
not even hesitate to walk right up as I put the plate down for
it. I sat on the wood pile eating my own food, watching the beast
scarf down the dog food. When it was done, it stood there
watching me once more, until it finally ran back off into the
woods.
Again the in the morning I went out to try to look for the
girl. This time as soon as I set out the door, the wolf was
standing right there waiting. It stayed by my side the whole time
I searched the mountain. “Too bad I don’t have any clothes from
her or something; I could use you to track her.” I told the wolf,
as I stopped to rest, hours into the search. It just stared at
me, and seemed to smile. On impulse I picked up a stick, waved it
in front of me, and threw it. The wolf’s head followed the stick,
but it did not run after it. Well I guess it was not a dog after
all…
The next day I decided to give up looking for the girl. I
was no tracker, and by now it was probably too late to find her
anyway. The wolf was waiting outside for me anyway, as I walked
out to chop some wood. I do not know what came over me, but as I
walked up to it I reached down to pet it. The wolf just stood
there, allowing my hand to rub its fur. Its coat was far thicker
than any dogs I had ever felt. As soon as I stopped petting it, I
realized how stupid that had been. The wolf was a wild beast; I
was already starting to think of it as a dog or as my pet. It
again stayed by my side the whole day. Sitting watching me chop
wood, and following me on a hike. I had used the last can of dog
food up the night before, so this night I just gave the wolf half
of what I made. It seemed to like it fine, eating it right up.
The days started to become routine once more. Each morning
the wolf would be outside my door waiting for me. It would sit
watching me cut wood, and then we would go for a walk. I started
to play around with the wolf more and more every day. I would
run, and it would run alongside me, and then I would abruptly
turn, and run a different direction. The wolf would then chase
after, me. We would continue this game, until I fell to the
ground exhausted. The wolf would walk up to me and lick my face.
We were becoming closer every day.
One day as we were out walking, the wolf suddenly started
sniffing the air. Just as suddenly, it ran off into the brush.
Soon after, a deer ran out, with the wolf close at its tail. I
had to run to keep them in my sights. In the end the wolf could
not seem to catch it. That’s when it hit me. The wolf had no
pack. Wolves would normally hunt in packs, they would coordinate
their attacks bring large prey down together. This wolf was not
able to hunt on its own. That is why it had seemed so
malnourished the first time I had seen it. Maybe it thought of me
as part of its pack now, and that’s why it spent so much time
around me? I thought this as I watched the wolf futilely chase
after the deer. Eventually the wolf gave up, coming back to me
panting and tired. I patted its head, and it licked my hand. From
then on I started bringing my gun with me. We made a perfect
hunting team together. The wolf would find the prey, and scare it
out, I would then shoot it. The first kill I was kind of nervous
that the wolf might not allow me near the kill. But I needn’t
have worried. The wolf allowed me to drag the deer back to the
cabin, and butcher it. I of course cut off a leg and threw it too
the wolf. I guess it thought of me as the Alpha male or leader.
Winter was ending, and spring was on the horizon. This
meant that it was raining more often. I took pity on the wolf,
the first time I heard it scratching at my door, and let it in.
It started sleeping inside with me every night.
My mind often went back to the girl, wondering what had
happened to her. I felt bad that I had given up on her. I knew
there was nothing I could have done, but still I felt bad about
it.
Spring came, and game was become a lot more abundant. The
wolf and I did not want for any fresh meat. As soon as we ran out
of it, we could easily hunt down some more. Once the roads were
good enough to drive on, I decided I would head back into town to
resupply. I spent so much time around the wolf; I was not sure
how it would react to me leaving it. But I really needed to buy
supplies. I unenthusiastically got into my car and drove to the
nearest town. I hurried to buy all I need and raced back home.
The moment I step out of the car, the wolf ran up and knocked me
down, licking me all over. I guess it had really missed me. I
wrestled around with the wolf for a while until I was out of
breath. As I caught my breath, I smelt the wolf’s scent. A
powerful lustful urge came over me. It somehow reminded me of the
girl’s scent. How odd, I thought to myself as I got up to put the
supplies away. That night, as I was crawling into bed, the wolf
jumped up on the bed. Normally it would just sleep by the wood
furnace. It had never jumped on the bed before. But I thought
nothing of it, as it lied down next to me. It felt nice to share
the bed with someone again.
The next day the wolf started doing some it had never done
before. It started to stick its head in my crotch. I know that
dogs sometimes did this, but the wolf had never done this to me
before. It also seemed a lot more affectionate. Licking my hand
and face more often. But all this did not seem to matter too
much, until something strange happened. I was lying in the bed
masturbating. Something I did every so often, living alone and
all. I was thinking about the night that he girl had rubbed
herself off on my leg. I was really going at it, when all a
sudden I feel the wolf jump up on the bed. I figured it would
soon settle down, and go to sleep. So I ignored it. But then
suddenly I felt its rough touch licking at my cock and the hand
surrounding it. My eyes shot open. It had felt sooooo good. The
wolf kept licking at my cock head, licking up all my precum. It
was amazing, there was no way I was going to stop something this
great. So I kept pumping away, as the wolf licked my cock. Soon
enough the pleasure was so great, I could not hold it. I shot off
right onto its tongue. It must have liked the taste because it
started licking up my cum with more gusto. Even after it had
cleaned it all up, it kept licking at my limp cock. I finally had
to push it away, and throw on some pants.
From then on the wolf’s head was at my crotch way more
often. I constantly had to push it away. But my masturbation
sessions had become a lot better, as I allowed the wolf to lick
my cock. We started doing this every other day. The wolf also
started doing something weird. It seemed to be presenting its
self to me. Waving its ass at me and looking over its shoulder at
me. The first time it did this I realized it was not an it, but a
she. There was a little wolf cunt winking at me. When it did
this, the powerful lusty scent grew stronger. I also soon
realized that she must be in heat.
One night as I was lying in bed not yet tired enough to
sleep, the wolf stood up in the bed and turned around. Her tail
was now in my face. As I started to pushing her away, I got a
good whiff of her scent. It was over powering, and I was
instantly hard as a rock. I stumbled out of the bed and the wolf
followed me. She ran in front of me and did her usually
presentation, looking over her shoulder expectantly. My mind was
overcome with arousal. So I decided, “To hell with it.” I would
take her up on her offer. I walked back over to the bed and
patted it, trying to get her to jump up. She finally did, licking
my face and knocking me over. I moved my hand under her tail and
moved down to her little bitch cunt. Working my fingers around
it, I pushed my middle finger in all the way. The wolf stopped
licking my face and looked at me. I started running my finger in
and out of her cunt, and she just looked at me. Eventaully she
lay down, giving me better access to her pussy. I forced another
finger in. She rolled over on to her back. By this time my lust
was starting to get the better of me. I pulled my fingers out of
the bitch’s pussy and stood up. Dragging her to the side of the
bed, I pushed her tail out of the way and positioned my cock at
her entrance. Looking down at her, I found her stilling watching
me. I took it as acceptance, so thrust right in. Oh my gods, was
she tight. It felt so wonderful. I was in heaven as I thrust into
the wolf, pumping away. I built a steady pace. Working away at
her cunt. Somehow I was able to hold back from cumming. I started
building up the tempo. Soon I was pounding into her. Slathered in
sweat, I was getting tired. Suddenly I felt her cunt tighten
around my cock. This was it for me, I shot off right away. I
flooded the bitch’s tunnel with my semen, and fell on the bed
exhausted. Falling right to sleep.
The next morning I awoke to a something strange. I felt
something smooth lying against me. My arm was wrapped around it,
holding it to my chest. I opened my eyes to see something with
long hair resting on my chest. My surprised jolt must have woken
it, for the hairy object turned up, and a face was looking up at
me. A smiling face. The face of the girl I had found in the
woods. She was lying in bed naked with me under the covers.
That’s when it all came to me. The wolf, the girl, her
disappearing, and the wolf showing up. They were one and the
same. I smiled down at her, and kissed her on the forehead. She
nestled in closer to me, rubbing her pussy into my leg. I was
soon hard. Throwing the covers off of us, I rolled over on top of
the girl and pinned her under me. She looked up at me with lust
in her eyes. I forced my lips on to hers, she had no idea what I
was doing, but I kissed her nonetheless. Moving my mouth down her
body, I took one of her nipples into my mouth. Nursing on her
tiny nipple, I marveled on the beauty of her body. She was fit
and muscled, looking far better than the last time I had seen
her. Her breasts had to have been a good C cup. As I suckled her
nipple, I moved one of my hands down to her pussy lips. She was
soaking wet. I thrust three fingers in, and she was soon humping
my hand. It did not take long until I felt her shutter under me,
moaning and purring in pleasure. I smiled down on her. Rolling
off of her, I step out of bed. She just lay there looking up at
me. I picked her up, and flipped her onto her hands and knees.
Looking over her shoulder at me, she was the perfect image of the
wolf. Her jet black hair, the exact same color as the wolf’s
pelt. She was just irresistible; so I grabbed her hips and thrust
right into her cunt. I rode her, feeling the wonders that were
her pussy. She was so tight and amazingly wet. I felt it proper
to take her doggie style of course. Soon enough I found myself
flooding her cunt once more with my fertile seed. We both fell to
the bed exhausted. She crawled into my arms, and we fell asleep
together. We had both found our mates. She was my bitch, and I
was her pack leader.
Our relationship grew from there. She would sometimes be in
wolf form, and sometimes take her human form. I never learned if
there was something to dictate why she would pick one or the
other. But I loved both of them equally. Time flew by. She never
did speak other then barks, growls, and moans. But she was as
intelligent as any human, in either form. She understood exactly
what I was saying, and I learned to reader to body language and
non-verbals. Soon enough the year I was forced to live in the
cabin came and went. I had long ago decided that my father had
been right; I did learn to love the outdoors, and even found love
there.